25 August 2012
A sparkly tiara For little miss Clara Her mother has died Although, against cancer, she tried
A fighter, they both were But her mothers time had occured Clara shan't shed a tear For she had faced a lifelong fear
A small beauty Watched her tearful daddy Abuse her and her sisters In acts, perverted and sinister
Mommy was gone Protected us all, when it begun But now as it's Clara's turn She found a way to make him burn
So pretty in pink She gave just a wink Daddy was poisoned, on her wedding day Just what she dreamed, when she heard Mommy say
'You know his tricks And how he's a prick You're so strong and smart You shall beat him for me, my sweet heart.'
A tear was shed As her mom bled A kiss on the cheek No longer meek
Clara was cute But also very mute Once her dear old Daddy was dead She could peacefully rest her head
No fears of Daddy in the night On top of her, giving pain and fright She had saved her sisters and herself too Now she hopes, Mommy is at peace, and happily true
Clara • Opuss № I